love,
if indeed true,
isn't putting on pause
affection, approval, respect
until a condition,
or two, is met.
it isn't employing
control tactics
over anyone;
vote
with your feet
whenever handcuffed with
"or else"
cash in your chips
and walk away.
love isn't obligation
to keep someone content.
it isn't pressure
to be someone you're not,
to do anything you'd rather not do.
love,
if no strings are attached,
isn't being made
to feel pangs of guilt
for driving in your own lane,
it isn't being made
to feel indebted
to repay a favor done.
love
is not love if
it feels
one-sided,
looks
crooked.
When I say things like my mom did
When she was eighty years old
“He's so handsome, I can't believe MY EARS”
It's time for a home I'm told!
The train's already left the station no doubt
You're left there standing on the platform
Before you cash in your chips as they say
Someone feeding you will be the norm
Little things like forgetting your choppers
Or getting on the bus without pants
People snickering behind your back
As down the crowded aisle you prance
Some things are a little unusual they say
Like communicating with the birdies
In a language only you and they understand
Or when with a mannequin you get flirty
Wish me luck on the last leg of my journey
Had a blast without any regrets
Sure couldn't have asked for anything better
My life's been as good as it gets!
When I say things like my momma did
When she was eighty years old
“He's so handsome, I couldn't believe my ears”
It's time for a home I'm told!
The train's already left the station, no doubt
You're left standing on the platform
Before you cash in your chips as they say
Someone feeding you will be the norm
Such little things like forgetting your choppers
Or getting on the bus without pants
People snickering behind your back
As down the crowded aisle you prance
Some things are a little unusual they say
Like communicating with the birdies
In a language only you and they understand
Or when with a mannequin you get flirty
Wish me luck on the last leg of my journey
Had a blast without any regrets
Sure couldn't have asked for anything better
My life's been as good as it gets!
This run of good days is going to end
bad times are coming just around the bend
cash in your chips, there ain’t no tomorrow
future holds only worry and sorrow.
Armageddon of our own creation
as we burn in pyres of self-cremation
caught in words of convenient denial
grasp not the flash of the truthteller’s smile.
Yet from the rubble, a New Deal is made
Fridays for Future, a children’s crusade
as those whose time has come, now realise
elder’s inaction has darkened their skies.
We who’ve failed in our prognostication
pass the stick to a new generation.
7/9/2019
Money is a universal language. They say money talk bull crap walks
even the def hears it. You gotta pay the price to live nice.
Money can turn people cold as ice. I like my pockets fatter then Kelly price.
Success is my friend, i learned to fight with my pen. Words close as kin
the more money i earn the more money i yearn,thus i can't be broke.No
money life is a joke. You cant take care of your folks.I love to count
that cheese yellow yolks. You know what they say another day another dollar holla. You could bet your bottom dollar. Money makes the world go round.
Build a mouse trap and the world will beat a path to your door. To get what you give sometimes you gotta cash in your chips. Don't bit the hand that feeds you money i need you.
I was gonna kick the bucket
When I turned on the TV
They were all in it for money
And there was none left for me
So I called up my accountant
Had me start a new web site
I sold them stuff they wanted
And it kept me up all night
Then I went all Egypt on them
And I just collected Dough
I became a master baker
And I watched the kitchen grow
When I thought I’d bought the farm
And I’d be forclosed on by summer
Who knew back in the spring
That by fall I’d have a hummer
Don’t rush to cash in your chips
The casino’s up all night
Have some faith in god and self
The sunrise is soo bright
You can’t get used to dying
And your times a one shot game
Don’t predict your wins and losses
It’ll never be the same
To size up for the box
Before the shoes are tried on
Doesn’t say much for the sox’s
Or the Genes when you are gone
So next time you think its over
Go to bed for another day
Hold your dreams close to your chest
And play your hand just one more way
And maybe your dream lover
Or the fans can see you dunk
When you play the game tomorrow
And come out of your funk
It's always best to keep some feelings
Hidden from even your mate
Not to share every innermost thoughts
When relationships are at stake
Each of us can be emotionally affected
By charm, personality and image
Doesn't mean we don't love our mates
Feelings at times hold us hostage
Human nature is what they've call it
Might as well cash in your chips
If you can't look at beauty passing by
It's there to brighten life's trip
So please don't call it illicit or immoral
When males are driven by desire
The female form is a vision of beauty
That ignites every man's fire
© Jack Ellison 2013
When I say things like my momma did
When she was eighty years old
“He's so handsome, I can't believe my ears”
It's time for a home I'm told!
The train's already left the station, no doubt
You're left standing on the platform
Before you cash in your chips as they say
Someone feeding you will be the norm
Such little things like forgetting your choppers
Or getting on the bus without pants
Hearing people snickering behind your back
As down the crowded aisle you prance
Some things are a little unusual they say
Like communicating with the birdies
In a language only you and they understand
Or when with a mannequin you get flirty
Wish me luck on the last leg of my journey
Had a blast without any regrets
Sure couldn't have asked for anything better
My life was as good as it gets!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Sometimes when life all gets you down
You try to smile but you still frown
You’ve tried your best at everything
You’ve taken the blows that life will bring
You’ve slowed down as weary as you may be
A little rest is your hearts plea
You walk awhile and then sit down
You keep on swimming so you won’t drown
You’ve done all you know to do
The battle’s hard, you just fought through
Your soul thirsts, you lick your lips
What’s left to do is cash in your chips
The journey’s hard, the journey’s long
The pain inside has stole your song
It will all be over some happy day
But until then just hope and pray